Thursday, November 19, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: November 19.


November 19, 2021



Indian summer –
has it not fine calm spring days
answering to it?

November 19, 2016


Find my boat covered 
with spiders whose fine lines soon 
stretch from side to side. 
November 19. 1853 

These nuts not gathered – 
one who used to get them has 
committed suicide.
November 19, 1858

Oak wood of old trees
half a mile east of Wayland – 
behind the grave-yard. 
November 19, 1860 

November 19, 2016

November 19, 2016

November 19, 2014



November 19, 2021



A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2019

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